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“Oh, but maybe Marcus and Thomas…”
Julie snorted. “They can afford their own tickets, and besides, they’ll be at their California show. I’ve invited Rory and Daralyn to come to a more low-key event in May. That’s better for her, but more importantly, no brother and sister want to be at an erotica show together.” She grinned at Les. “Unless they’re a Lannister, or an Egyptian pharaoh.”
She glanced at Des, who’d returned to the truck to tie down the load. “I love to watch that man do anything with rope,” she sighed, then shot Les a mischievous look. “I’m glad I get to make jokes like that around you now. We are going to have a hell of a time at our next pajama party with Daralyn, aren’t we?”
“I had the same thought myself.”
Les laughed as Julie hugged her again. Then the theater manager looked toward Brick, watching them with patient amusement. “There’s a cozy overnight room at the back of the building. Shower, bed, and fridge. Security code on the theater is 4107. Hang out as long as you need. Text me when you clear out, or if you run into any problems.”
Julie blew an air kiss at Les, caught in intrigued confusion. “Have fun.”
When she rejoined Des, he had the door open for her. Julie danced up to him with a twirl and a provocative hip wiggle. He shook his head in mock admonishment, but as he helped her into the truck, his hands lingered on her hips.
Les looked up at Brick. “I’d ask, but you’re not going to tell me, are you?”
“Nope.” He held out a hand. “I’m going to show you. Come with me.”
He took her into the building through a side door, locked it and engaged the security, then proceeded down a dimly lit hallway.
“You’ve been here before.”
“When the theater isn’t preparing for an upcoming performance, Julie rents it out to BDSM groups who want to change up their dungeon nights. Since it’s an erotic theater, it already has the set up to handle fireplay, suspension rigging like Des does, that kind of thing.”
“Oh.” Though Julie’s detailed descriptions of the performances here had roused Les’s curiosity, sometimes to a near-fever pitch, this was Les’s first time in the building. It smelled like a theater. Paint, old wood, heavy, lush fabrics. A hint of smoke, maybe from stage fire effects. Popcorn and cotton candy.
The energy here promised drama, stories. Fantasy. Armchair journeys that transported the mind.
They passed dressing rooms for performers, plus a costume storage area with racks of garments and accessories. Silk, feathers, sequins and leather. When they came upon a room for other kinds of props, Brick slowed his steps, allowing her to take in the impressive and intimidating display.
Coils of rope, floggers, and glinting metal contraptions which made her a little nervous. Not necessarily in a bad way. She’d tucked the chocolate bars in her purse, and made a note to put the date on her calendar. If she could attend, she would. If Brick was available to do the same. She wouldn’t want to go without him.
Brick guided her onward, bringing her to the stage wing on this side of the theater. Heavy curtains were drawn back so she could see the auditorium, which held several hundred seats. She noticed that before she saw the stage wasn’t empty. What it held caused that good kind of nervousness to increase.
Brick had paused to take it in as well. He appeared to approve of what Julie and Des had done to make the space what it was.
A fantasy for the two of them to share.
At the opposite end of the stage, one of those X-shaped crosses was set up, powder-coated metal arms fitted with handles for the submissive to grasp. Or for the Dominant to tie her to the structure. Rings at the bottom would secure the feet. A table with a mat rolled out on it was in the middle of the stage. Metal slots on the sides would also work as handholds or a way to secure restraints.
Two folding tables, set up in a V-shape a few feet away, displayed everything a fireplay Dom might want or need to convey flame to a submissive’s flesh. A fire extinguisher, bucket of water, stack of towels and first aid kit, plus fuel lighters and candles, were on one table. The other held a fire flogger with its white woven wicks, cotton-tipped wands, and a canister of more wadded cotton. Plus a glove, riding crop, and cane. All of them made of or wrapped in Kevlar.
On the table with the fireplay toys was a vase of cut flowers. Bottled water and a few energy snacks were arranged next to it.
A spotlight created a pool of light over the area. It gave the space plenty of illumination, but only there. Shadows clustered outside it, creating a place that seemed separate from everywhere else. Once within that circle of light, she suspected there’d be a hushed, only-the-two-of-us-in-the-world feeling.
She was already feeling that way, just standing in the wings. She also noticed three large mirrors propped around the area. No matter what he was doing to her, unless he blindfolded her, she’d be able to see it.
Brick turned toward Les. He slid his arm around her waist, hand going into the pocket of her jeans to grip her buttock. The firm pressure of his cock was against her belly. “I want to play with fire. With you.” His gray eyes were as vivid as the spotlight. “Do you want me to do that?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
He brought her closer, so she had to spread her legs and take his thigh between them. She caught her lip in her teeth as he increased his hold on her ass to work her against flexing muscle. As he did, he bent to kiss her parted, moist lips. Her breath was already erratic.
He gripped her hair, a brief tug. Just like that, he confirmed and completed that transition, to full-on Dom and sub. She expected the day would come when a look from him would be all it took. She wasn’t all that far from it now.
“Down that last hallway we passed is the room Julie was talking about. Go there, take off everything, and get in the shower. Use only water, and get your hair wet. Rinse yourself thoroughly. I want to make sure there’s nothing on your skin that can react to the fuel in a way I don’t intend.”
He cupped her face, hand on her throat, lifting her chin. “There are oils that will leave a mark. Maybe one day I’ll use one, so you can carry my mark on your flesh.”
